Community Garden

There, the bolting black kale,

taller than it has any right to be

and not the twitter troll who asked

if you were on your period.

 

In the corner, a pile of dead

zucchini leaves, spotted with rot

and not the neighbour who yelled

at you about a parking stall.

 

Lining the sidewalk, invasive

creeping charlie and not

your mother complimenting

your ex-husband’s new wife.